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What is a Looper?

Posted Wednesday, June 2, 2010, at 1:40 PM

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Caddy Eddie Lowery with US Open Champ Francis Ouimet
A friend of mine asked me this past weekend if I would please write a golf story. After the way I have played lately, I'm not sure what ever gave him the impression that I know anything about that game. In my opinion games are meant to be fun and I've always assumed that was why you played them. However, golf may be the most miserable example of a game that was ever invented. The frustrations felt on some shots can almost make my blood boil and I have come very close to walking away and giving the game up for good on several occasions. I just don't understand why I love this game.

Much like anything else in this world, I have become infatuated with the history of the game. It is steeped in tradition and there are just hundreds of great stories to tell. I'd like to tell you about some stories that you should read, although these are not specifically about players of the game, but about their caddies.

Caddies are not something that we deal with at The Phil, or for that matter, on any course around this area. Although you still see some people walking golf courses today, they usually have a pull cart or carry their own bags; most courses have replaced caddies with carts. The various professional tours still use caddies and these caddies are a very big part of the game. The knowledge imparted to players by their caddies and the working relationship between the two, are critical to the success of professional golfers.

I had a caddy one time and it was in Juarez, Mexico. Four of us young Army officers crossed the border from El Paso back in the late 70's and played a course which required that you hire a caddy. This course was immaculate, there was no trash anywhere and the rough was manicured like the infield at Yankee Stadium. An adobe wall surrounded the entire course and just outside the wall were the slums and ghettos of Juarez. My caddy spoke very little English and my 2 years of junior high, 2 years of high school and 2 years of college level Spanish courses allowed me just enough latitude to order a cerveza or two. We didn't really need to talk though, he just kept handing me the clubs and I kept hitting them very poorly. I felt sorry for the poor guy lugging my bag for over four hours and over some dicey terrain that I'm sure he never in his life had the misfortune to traverse. I think I might have heard a couple of curse words, as we climbed up Mt. Tehualtepepsi. He was a great caddy, as witnessed by the fact that I made it back from Mexico alive and kicking like some jumping bean.

One of the great stories about caddies has to be about Eddie Lowery. In 1913, a young unheralded amateur, Francis Ouimet (pronounced WE-met, as in "We met on a day when a hint of honeysuckle filled the air."), upset the entire golfing world when he beat the great Harry Vardon and Ted Ray in a playoff to capture the US Open Championship. Harry Vardon still holds the record for winning 6 British Open Championships and the trophy which is awarded today to the PGA professional with the lowest scoring average each year is called the Vardon Trophy. Ted Ray was another great golfer who won the US Open in 1920 and the British Open in 1912. But the greatest part of this story was the 10 year old caddy selected by Francis Ouimet, little Eddie Lowery. Author Mark Frost wrote an excellent book, 'The Greatest Game Ever Played: Harry Vardon, Francis Ouimet, and the Birth of Modern Golf', about this Championship and it was later made into a decent little movie. If you haven't read the book or seen the movie, I would recommend both and not just for the golf. The relationship between Ouimet and Lowery is really what makes this such a great story. This relationship lasted until Ouimet's death in 1967.

Eddie Lowery's fame didn't end with being the caddy for a US Open winner though. Eddie went out west and became a millionaire car dealer in San Francisco. He hung around the game of golf for the rest of his life and sponsored or employed various amateur players in his car dealerships. Another book by Mark Frost, 'The Match: The Day The Game of Golf Changed Forever', tells of the millionaire Eddie Lowery's bet with another wealthy gentleman, George Coleman, pitting the young amateurs Ken Venturi and Harvie Ward in a match against the two greatest professionals in the game, Ben Hogan and Byron Nelson. The little 10 year old caddy from the 1913 US Open was now the big money player some 43 years later, who was responsible for setting up this historic match. This is definitely a golfer's book, I wouldn't recommend it if you don't really enjoy the game.

The last book that I would like to tell you about can be a little difficult to read. It is the story of Tom Watson and his brother-like relationship with his caddy, the late Bruce Edwards, titled, 'Caddy For Life: The Bruce Edwards Story', written by John Feinstein. I guarantee you that if there is at least one sentimental bone in your body; this book can cause momentary lapses in reading due to moist eyes. I had to put it down a couple of times when I got a little choked up, but heck, everybody knows how I reacted just watching 'Old Yeller'. Bruce Edwards was an amazing man who knew he was going to die and yet never let the illness (Lou Gehrig's Disease) get the better of him. His courage and unwillingness to give up is a testament to the true character of the man. He is one of those people who you just wish you could have known personally.

I hope that I have whetted your appetite somewhat. I considered providing more in depth information about these stories, but felt it best to leave the reading to you. I always hate it when someone spoils a story for me. For those of you who are interested and have access to the Golf Channel, a documentary based on Feinstein's best-selling book about Bruce Edwards will be aired on Monday, June 14th at 9pm ET. I'll be there with my box of Kleenex.

A looper is another name for a caddy.


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Carl Spackler: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.

Angie D'Annunzio: A looper?

Carl Spackler: A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-lagunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.

-- Posted by EggMan on Wed, Jun 2, 2010, at 3:35 PM

Thanks Egg, I almost posted that at the end of the article...almost, maybe if I had already received total consciousness then I would have.

Gunga galunga.

-- Posted by simmons on Wed, Jun 2, 2010, at 4:08 PM

Golf is definitely a love-hate relationship...an addiction. Today I put on e-bay my previous driver and my current putter. Then using my new driver and my current putter (the one listed on e-bay) I had my worst driving and best putting day of the year. Almost eerie.

-- Posted by Caleb&Cody'sGrandpa on Wed, Jun 2, 2010, at 5:31 PM

Read the book "Who's your Caddy" by Rick Reilly.

It is a compilation of great stories of times when he caddied for many different characters.

Some are definitely more entertaining than others but it is funny.

-- Posted by Indymac4 on Wed, Jun 2, 2010, at 10:30 PM

On June 2, 1941, Lou Gehrig passed away from ALS, the same disease that claimed the life of Bruce Edwards. It was just a little over two years after he played his last game.

-- Posted by simmons on Thu, Jun 3, 2010, at 7:59 AM

Caddy for Life was a very emotional read....an amazing story of friendship.

Bruce Edwards died just hours before men teed off at the Masters Tournament in 2004.

5 years later at the Open, Tom Watson at 59 years of age, almost became the oldest-ever winner of the Open. "Watson revealed that as he walked up the 18th fairway he told his caddie: "Bruce is with us today."

-- Posted by CherryGarcia on Thu, Jun 3, 2010, at 4:34 PM

Don't let anybody underestimate Old Simmon's golf prowess, he's just being humble. For instance; I believe he still holds the record for any long drive at Linton (Approximately 6 miles - his drive on seventeen settled in the back of a coal truck headed toward the mine by Switz City.

He is also the only player to hit his ball into the cup in one stroke by going over the trees on the par five number twelve. Is that called triple eagle? The only problem was that the cup his drive landed in (although it was on #12) was the coke cup in Jim Snow's golf cart. In the cup...on a par 5...in one mighty hit...don't argue with a golf God.

He also will spare no expense to keep his game at the top level. Playing a round with a newly acquired $190 Miracle Driver MK 2 (with trade in of Miracle Driver MK I) Old Simmons rifled his drive on #16 a good country mile - over the highway. Old Simmons did not slam his driver in anger or disgust, he merely flipped it up in a graceful loop that was no higher than his head. The driver then landed on the Tee box hitting its hosel and shattering the graphite shaft.

As Simmons looked down at the club, his dad Truman looked at me and said,"That was a $190 shot." Truman thought for another moment and said to me,"For $190 you'd think it would go a little straighter than that."

Tell us more sometime, Old Simmons.

-- Posted by Neverhadittolose on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 7:25 AM

Don't let anybody underestimate Old Simmon's golf prowess, he's just being humble. For instance; I believe he still holds the record for any long drive at Linton (Approximately 6 miles - his drive on seventeen settled in the back of a coal truck headed toward the mine by Switz City.

He is also the only player to hit his ball into the cup in one stroke by going over the trees on the par five number twelve. Is that called triple eagle? The only problem was that the cup his drive landed in (although it was on #12) was the coke cup in Jim Snow's golf cart. In the cup...on a par 5...in one mighty hit...don't argue with a golf God.

He also will spare no expense to keep his game at the top level. Playing a round with a newly acquired $190 Miracle Driver MK 2 (with trade in of Miracle Driver MK I) Old Simmons rifled his drive on #16 a good country mile - over the highway. Old Simmons did not slam his driver in anger or disgust, he merely flipped it up in a graceful loop that was no higher than his head. The driver then landed on the Tee box hitting its hosel and shattering the graphite shaft.

As Simmons looked down at the club, his dad Truman looked at me and said,"That was a $190 shot." Truman thought for another moment and said to me,"For $190 you'd think it would go a little straighter than that."

Tell us more sometime, Old Simmons.

-- Posted by Neverhadittolose on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 8:00 AM

oops.

-- Posted by Neverhadittolose on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 8:01 AM

I hope this is not considered piling on, but I recall Ol' Simmons helicoptering a 5 iron over the airport fence at Lake Venice GC one year down in FL. (This was sometime prior to the infamous Vengeance in Venice series of golfing contests.) Luckily his favorite nephew was along to climb over the fence and retrieve the offending utensil.

In a related (pun intended) event, I was playing golf back in 1990 with my Dad, surrounded by the beautiful Alps of southern Germany. After hitting one too many worm burners, he disgustedly tried to slam his driver to the ground, accidently hitting the handle of his pull cart and snapping the head off his driver. Well, not really his driver, as they were clubs I had borrowed for him from the Warrant Officer that worked for me. He just stood there looking at the worthless stick in his hand and said, "That was pretty stupid, wasn't it?"

As the story goes, a hacker playing for the first time in Scotland is having a bad day and after another terrible shot, looked at his caddy and said, "It's a funny game." To which the wise old caddy replied, "Aye, laddie, but it weren't meant to be!"

-- Posted by Caleb&Cody'sGrandpa on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 8:22 AM

That was funny,Neverhadittolose. My kind of humor. Though what really intrigues me about this blog is Mt. Tehualtepepsi.

-- Posted by hopeanddust on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 11:20 AM

Why not tell about the Ping putter that dove to the bottom of the pond next to the 18th hole at Sultan's Run? I gave it a 10.

Actually, when I broke the $190 driver on the 16th, I said, "You'd think a $190 driver would hold together better than that." and that is when Dad offered his infamous line, "For $190 you'd think it would go a little straighter than that."

I think Mt. Tehualtepepsi erupted many years ago and no longer exists. Eruptions seem to have followed my game for decades now.

These stories just prove how valuable a good caddy can be when the golfer in question suffers from post traumatic shot syndrome.

-- Posted by simmons on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 11:56 AM

Google had no info on Mt. Tehualtepepsi...I'm beginning to think it was some kind of Tequila concoction.

Now this has nothing to do with this blog's thread, however, it struck me as funny so I shall share:

"Just because shooting fish in a barrel is easy, does not necessarily mean the fish should remain unshot."

-- Posted by hopeanddust on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 8:50 PM

I hope this is not considered piling on, but I recall Ol' Simmons helicoptering his body over a fence in Sanford FL. Clearing the fence was impressive. The landing made a thunderous thud I will never forget. I will say Ol' Simmons got the ball back and survived. Sadly, the next hole he hit that ball in the water.

-- Posted by Wiglund on Fri, Jun 4, 2010, at 11:04 PM

my apologies for any memory lapse. I guess the punch line stuck and the rest not so much.

That, or the punch line was spiked.

-- Posted by Neverhadittolose on Sun, Jun 6, 2010, at 5:46 PM

Old Simmons is not much better at picking winning horses than he is at playing golf. He does manage to drink his and my share of beer at the track though.

-- Posted by hilltop on Mon, Jun 7, 2010, at 6:02 PM

Unfortunately hilltop you are correct. After living for 57 years, I have never become good at anything. However, I can honestly attribute that to bad luck, poor timing and an overall lack of effort.

-- Posted by simmons on Tue, Jun 8, 2010, at 5:32 AM


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